February 22, 1943 - 1 Hour 45 Minutes In the Air


Monday Evening

Dear Mom + Dad,

               I neglected you last night simply because I had received a few letter and I want to keep caught up on them so please forgive me,  I’m now a fairly experienced pilot and have one hour and 45 minutes in the air.  Of course that is a mere scratch on the 60 I have to have before we leave primary.  I am beginning to see where I’m showing a little progress.  I’m still not at home at all but I can see a slight pick up each day.  It is really great fun and I enjoy the flying part of it immensely.

               The half of a day that we are not on the flying line is spent in ground school.  Compared to pre-flight we have not time at all and I thought that we had no time there.  It sure keeps you on your toes.

               In flying today I took the plane off and managed to wobble it up in the air.  I also made the most of landing too.  You just don’t waste any time in learning the maneuvers.  I have confidence that I can make it but you can’t tell.  It seems that everything comes so fast that you’ll never learn.  I still have my fingers crossed.  However, all in all, it is a lot of fun and I like it immensely.

               Not much else to tell you about except about the flying I’m doing and I’ve told you most of that so I’ll call it quits for tonight.  I’ll write you again tomorrow if I can find the time.
              
All my love
Bobby

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